Metropolis (The World in Waiting) - Chapter One

[Phoenix]

OOC: Does Taran get a chance to notice anything durring this search?

OOC:
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Allow me to check good man!

Search check (DC hidden) +18 - Success
Heal check (DC 12) +19 - Success
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Watching Ghost wander about the chamber, Taran lets his eyes follow the elf, in hope of spotting something that his new friend might miss. At one point Ghost stops, staring at one of the bodies for longer than usual, as if he was looking at, or for, something he couldn't quite find. The only thing that Taran could think was:

Oh my...

The bodies, all of them, they were old, really old, but there was something very odd about them. All of the teeth were in perfect condition, as if they had just come out of their gums the day before. To be as old as they were, and with perfect teeth, the chance were a million to one (especially in this city). But to find dozens of them just lying about decomposing in the sewers?

 

[Bront]

"The teeth in these bodies are in much better shape than they should be." Taran inspects the body carefully, checking to see if the teeth were put in after death. he also tries to recall any changes between now and the last time he was here.

 

[D20Dazza]

Ghost Hound Elf Bard

Ghost pauses in his investigation and turns to Taran "Yes they do my small friend, and I'm thinking it might have something to do with a little procedure I've heard about called Temperal Regression. You see Temporal Regression is a process that people with the right money can attempt, though the more educated know that it is folly. Merchants deal in Elf blood, injecting it into the veins of the customer in order to grant a small measure of Immortality. Maybe these bodies are failed experiments, instead of stopping the aging process it has somehow enhanced it? Made these people age quickly and this is where the Yellow Robes, or the Hunters, are disposing of the failed experiments. One thing bothers me though, why weren't the bodies harvested? As you point out the teeth are in good shape, some of the traders on the surface would love to get their hands on this merchandise."

 

[RobotRobotI]

[sblock]Spellcraft check (DC 16) +14 - Failure
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Once upon the great surface of the tree, Alexis could determine the Clergy by the small brooch in the shape of an elephant and mouse on their clothing.

"I need to say a prayer to Lady Luck."

A young man overseeing a game of Yon* turns to look at Alexis. With a strange look on his face, he stares at her for a moment before muttering a few words and gesturing with one hand.

"It seems that for a priestess of Zsath you are sorely out of place here. Lady Kimbar informs me that you have come across hard times, but remember that luck is a double-edged sword, be careful what you pray for."

With that he florishes across to the corner of the platform where the trunk of a small tree has been hollowed out and rests beside several chairs. Within the hollowed centre rests eight dice of various numeration (a d4, 2d6, d8, d9, d10, d16, & d32) made from dirty ivory.

Alexis would suppose that upon one of these chairs, she should take a seat. And she does so, looking upon the ivory dice.

"This is how you worship?" Her question is asked disdainfully, but her expression changes as she realizes how dire her position is. "Please, show me."

She would look up, hopefully, towards the fellow priest.

 

[Phoenix]

"The teeth in these bodies are in much better shape than they should be." Taran inspects the body carefully, checking to see if the teeth were put in after death. he also tries to recall any changes between now and the last time he was here.

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[sblock]The teeth have not been put into the skulls after death, they are naturally occuring.
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[Phoenix]

Alexis would suppose that upon one of these chairs, she should take a seat. And she does so, looking upon the ivory dice.

"This is how you worship?" Her question is asked disdainfully, but her expression changes as she realizes how dire her position is. "Please, show me."

She would look up, hopefully, towards the fellow priest.

He smiles and gestures to the dice. "You simply ask for guidence in what you need and roll the dice you deem are applicable, the results will show you what fate has in store for you, good or ill. Remember though, Lady Kimbar is the goddess of all luck, good and bad. Be careful of what you ask."

 

[Bront]

OOC:
[sblock]The teeth have not been put into the skulls after death, they are naturally occuring.
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"These teeth are natural, so that lends some credence to your theory. Seems much too suspicious to not be related, but it doesn't seem quite connected. Anyway, we should decend, I found Steph down there." Taran lights up a spear and begins to decend.

 

[D20Dazza]

Ghost Hound Elf Bard

"These teeth are natural, so that lends some credence to your theory. Seems much too suspicious to not be related, but it doesn't seem quite connected. Anyway, we should decend, I found Steph down there." Taran lights up a spear and begins to decend.

"As you say my friend, it is but a theory" Ghost carefully follows the halfling down into the muck, bracing himself for the horrors that he will likely have to endure. His every movement is measured, his muscles tense, adrenalin pumping through his veins as he scans the area for trouble. His hand darts beneath his cloak and, with a flourish, he draws his mace "I don't like the feel of this my friend" he says to Taran, the light of his lantern bouncing across the walls as he descends.

 

[Phoenix]

"As you say my friend, it is but a theory" Ghost carefully follows the halfling down into the muck, bracing himself for the horrors that he will likely have to endure. His every movement is measured, his muscles tense, adrenalin pumping through his veins as he scans the area for trouble. His hand darts beneath his cloak and, with a flourish, he draws his mace "I don't like the feel of this my friend" he says to Taran, the light of his lantern bouncing across the walls as he descends.

The old ladder holds Taran's and Ghost's weight with only a little strain, and Twichy begins his climb down the wall beside them. The well's walls are old, broken masonry and fittings dangle loosely into the shaft, and much of it is covered in a common wet moss. The climb is a long one, taking nearly ten full minutes to reach the bottom.

The ladder's base ends in an ancient tunnel within which a stream of filthy dark water drifts lazily along, filled with the limbs, organs and bodily fluids of an army of elderly men and women. With little effort it can been easily noticed thatn each of the severed heads that float past Ghost and Taran sport a perfect set of teeth within their mouth.

Following the path previously taken, Taran and Ghost slowly follow the river of dismembered body parts upstream. The light at the tip of Taran's spear seems to struggle against the darkness for a moment, shadows conspiring to snuff the magical light and plunging the group into a darkness. Ghost's lantern is not so lucky, flickering for a moment before going out.

The tunnel bends ahead to the left and Taran's light creeps around the corner slowly as they approach, revealing a small junction room where the river of filth seems to be welling up from the floor like a slow perverse fountain.

 

[Bront]

The old ladder holds Taran's and Ghost's weight with only a little strain, and Twichy begins his climb down the wall beside them. The well's walls are old, broken masonry and fittings dangle loosely into the shaft, and much of it is covered in a common wet moss. The climb is a long one, taking nearly ten full minutes to reach the bottom.

The ladder's base ends in an ancient tunnel within which a stream of filthy dark water drifts lazily along, filled with the limbs, organs and bodily fluids of an army of elderly men and women. With little effort it can been easily noticed thatn each of the severed heads that float past Ghost and Taran sport a perfect set of teeth within their mouth.

Following the path previously taken, Taran and Ghost slowly follow the river of dismembered body parts upstream. The light at the tip of Taran's spear seems to struggle against the darkness for a moment, shadows conspiring to snuff the magical light and plunging the group into a darkness. Ghost's lantern is not so lucky, flickering for a moment before going out.

The tunnel bends ahead to the left and Taran's light creeps around the corner slowly as they approach, revealing a small junction room where the river of filth seems to be welling up from the floor like a slow perverse fountain.

"It was right... over... there" Taran points to the small area where he found the poor child.